Lyrics Linden Lea - Robert Tear feat. Sir Philip Ledger

Within the woodlands flowery gladed
By the oak tree's mossy root
The shining grass-blades timber shaded
Now do quiver under foot
And birds do whistle overhead
And water's bubbling in its bed
And there for me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden-lea
When leaves that lately were a-springing
Now do fade within the copse
And painted birds do hush their singing
Up upon the timber tops
And brown-leaved fruits are turning red
In cloudless sunshine overhead
Whereto for me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden-lea
Let other folk make money faster
In the air of dark-roomed towns
I don't dread a peevish master
To whom men may heed my frowns
I be free to go abroad
Or take upon my homeward road
To where for me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden-lea